The Vampire Princess

“Who’s there!?”

The Bloodlust Sin King exclaimed in alarm, his gaze shooting upwards.

How was it possible that his Tier 7 perception had failed to detect this person’s arrival?

A red-haired girl, manifesting as a terrifyingly beautiful demon, stood suspended high above the ground not far away, effortlessly trampling the towering forest beneath her feet.

Her powerful wings spread wide, immense and majestic, emanating an ancient, scorching aura of destruction.

They blotted out the sky, making the already slender girl appear even more diminutive in comparison.

A large, black-scaled tail arced gracefully and proudly behind her.

With every subtle movement, it seemed capable of cleaving mountains and shattering rocks, conveying an immense sense of power.

Her disproportionately massive wings, colossal tail, and the heavy, glowing demonic horns adorning her head created a striking contrast and an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Far from feeling out of place, these features only reinforced the impression that this was the very embodiment of apex power, might, and majesty.

In the Bloodlust Sin King’s eyes, she was the epitome of absolute nobility, her ancient, scorching destructive aura chilling him to the bone.

“Pri—Princess!?” he stammered, his body nearly buckling beneath him.

He saw them: two bodies floating on either side of the red-haired demon girl.

They were the four individuals he had killed earlier.

Could the Princess have some connection to these two Guard Squads? Was she here to seek justice for them?

He had no doubt that the Princess, arriving with four corpses, wasn’t there for a friendly reunion.

Clearly, her intentions were far from benign.

“Since you have seen me, why do you not kneel! Is this the proper etiquette for greeting someone of my standing, you foolish servant?”

A formidable pressure erupted from the girl, sweeping across the entire blood mist domain and instantly clearing it away.

The oppressive force descended heavily upon the Bloodlust Sin King, stirring the ingrained fear and subservience deep within his bones.

His knees buckled instinctively, dropping him to the ground before he could even register the action.

All he felt was terror and trembling, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin.

This was the absolute suppression of bloodline, the natural dominance of a true superior over an inferior.

It transcended conscious thought, a primal genetic response of fear, submission, and respect.

Xi Xue stood high above, looking down upon him with blood-red eyes that were both arrogant and indifferent.

Her gaze, falling upon the Bloodlust Sin King, sent a chill to his very core.

He felt his own insignificance and inferiority, as if he were nothing more than an ant.

Such inherent dominance and innate nobility were etched into his bones, a recognition deep within his very bloodline.

Even as a King, possessing his own pride and regal demeanor, he couldn’t help but tremble and feel awe when confronted with the ancestral source of his bloodline.

This was true even though the girl before him was merely a Tier 5 existence, someone he could theoretically crush with a single slap.

The King’s inherent pride made him detest his own subservience and lowliness, yet the bloodline suppression prevented any thought of resistance from easily stirring within him.

It was as if his body had ceased to be his own the moment the girl’s pressure descended.

What a terrifying power this was—natural yet invisible, invisible yet mighty!

The Bloodlust Sin King trembled internally, but ultimately knelt obediently.

He knew better than to act rashly before understanding the Blood Princess’s true intentions.

“Princess, your arrival fills this subordinate with trepidation. I humbly beg your forgiveness for any disrespect or oversight,” the Bloodlust Sin King said, kneeling with his head bowed low, his posture brimming with reverence.

Xi Xue observed him, a flicker of disdain in her eyes.

‘Princess’ was merely a courtesy title.

The noble Bloodkin disliked being referred to by common terms.

For Blood Elves and true Bloodkin members, however, they had their own specific forms of address.

The true Bloodkin were referred to as ‘Royalty,’ and Blood Elves as ‘Lords.’

This reflected their ingrained pride and self-respect.

Both the Bloodkin and Blood Elves originated from nobility, exuding elegance and grace.

Vampires, influenced by this, eagerly worshipped and mimicked the etiquette and demeanor of the Bloodkin and Blood Elves.

They adorned themselves to appear equally distinguished and refined, rather than the bloodthirsty creatures people perceived them to be.

This was, in itself, a good thing.

However, if they lost control and caused great calamities, not only would they earn the scorn of hypocrisy, but the image of the Bloodkin and Blood Elves would also be tarnished.

The reputation of the Bloodkin in ancient Huaxia was precisely ruined by the unrestrained, horrific crimes of rogue vampires and the frequent loss of control by domestic vampires.

Ordinary people couldn’t distinguish between the Bloodkin and vampires, especially since vampires often referred to themselves as the Bloodkin.

This was why Xi Xue despised vampires: they couldn’t achieve true elegance, yet insisted on using the Bloodkin’s name to package themselves.

In this regard, the Bloodlust Sin King, as a King of Vampires, bore undeniable responsibility.

As the saying went, if the beam above is not straight, the beams below will be crooked.

If not for the Bloodlust Sin King’s indulgence and crimes, how could the vampire crime rate in ancient Huaxia have become so rampant!

“Bloodlust Sin King, when you were on the verge of breaking through to the Tier 7 King rank, you came to my home.”

“My father, pitying your extraordinary talent, pricked his finger and bestowed upon you a drop of his blood to aid your breakthrough.”

“Does this not count as a kindness?”

Xi Xue spoke calmly, using her will to gently lower the four individuals she had been carrying since her arrival.

The four bodies slowly descended to the ground.

“Indeed. The Blood Emperor bestowed great kindness upon me. Without the Blood Emperor’s compassion back then, I, the Bloodlust Sin King, would not be where I am today.”

The Bloodlust Sin King feigned extreme deference, his mind racing with calculations about the possibility of the Blood Emperor or Blood Empress being present.

Was the Princess out alone? Or was she accompanied? Were Blood Elves lying in ambush nearby?

His brain worked at lightning speed, considering many questions.

He was currently on the nation’s assassination list, and he didn’t believe for a moment that the Blood Princess was unaware of this.

If the Princess was accompanied by the Blood Emperor or Blood Empress, he would flee without hesitation.

If not…

Though the Blood Princess exerted a natural bloodline suppression over him, she was only a Tier 5 existence.

A Tier 7 King also possessed a king’s own might.

Forcibly resisting the bloodline suppression to kill the Princess wouldn’t be particularly difficult for him.

If he wished, and if the Princess’s parents were absent, he was confident he could easily kill the Princess and escape unscathed, even with Blood Elves present, thanks to his Tier 7 raw strength.

At this thought, his blood and marrow began to thrum with uncontrollable excitement and agitation.

That single drop of blood from the Blood Emperor had directly shattered his Tier 7 barrier, forging a solid foundation for kingship, vastly improving his talent and potential, and doubling his cultivation speed.

If he could kill the Princess now and obtain her essence blood, he wouldn’t need to consume the girls in the villa.

That essence blood alone would be enough to propel him to Tier 8.

With this realization, he grew even more excited, simultaneously bowing his body lower to prevent the Princess from seeing the expression on his face.

His trembling body, a result of his excitement, required no concealment, for to an outsider, it would undoubtedly appear as a display of profound fear and deference towards the Princess high above, thus lowering her guard and creating an opportunity for a sneak attack.

His plan was meticulously laid out; now, it all hinged on whether the Princess’s parents had accompanied her.

A dangerous red glint flickered in the Bloodlust Sin King’s crimson eyes.